Watch Out Now Lyrics - Beatnuts

"Watch out now" 

Yea, yeah, uh, uh 

Mm, mm 

Get money, get money 

(Get, get money, get money) 

(Get, get money, get money) uh, uh 

(Get) 

Get money, get money 

(Get that money) 

(Get) 

Get money, get money 

Yeah, get money, get money, "Listen to the first verse" 

"Watch out now" 

Aiyo my song's on, I gotta get my grub on some to, to 

(I love to, to) 

Order three buckets of mo', mo' 

We gettin' more dough, off the books 

(You gettin' gelly) 

Pullin' more hoes off the looks 

(You gettin' gelly) 

You wan' hate me? 'Cause your wifey, wants a autograph? 

From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that 

When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback 

Beatnuts is alla that, your shit, all the wack 

Open candela, if you foolin' wit mah cheddah 

Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela 

Fly fella, takin' my beats, to make your crowd get up 

I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it, whatever 

I'ma storm your parade blow your legs off 

(Parade) 

With a grenade, now you flappin', like a mermaid 

Yappin' off, bitch you cough at the lips 

While I'm at the bar, baggin', the bartender tips 

Then I bag this chick, with a, "Hi," and the eye 

She did the butterfly, rubbin' her ass, against my buttonfly 

I could already imagine my shit stuck inside 

Everytime I strike, haters be like, "Dat fucking guy" 

How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow 

It don't take much for us to let the metal holla 

Lead's bustin' out of a old black Impala 

Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla 

Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? How we do? 

(How we do) 

(How the girl don't only love me, they love you) 

Whatchu gonna do? 

(What, what, what?) 

Nigga whatchu gonna do? 

(What, yo) 

Here's to my pollyin' niggaz who campaign 

To the killers who be lovin' the chicas and champagne 

Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains 

Players who be pimpin' the hoes with no brains 

Front watch a nigga get shot from close range 

The most range, crazy motherfucker won't change 

Beatnuts, forever die hard, you want pain? 

'Cause you walkin' outta here breathin' is insane 

Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash 

You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass 

I ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass 

Makin' me laugh, you was in jail wearin' kneepads 

Now the beef has, gotten over your head 

It's over you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs 

'Til both of us said, platinum gettin' took this year 

'Cause for real, there ain't nothin' but crooks in here, nigga 

How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow 

It don't take much for us to let the metal holla 

Lead's bustin' out of a old black Impala 

Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla 

Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? How we do? 

(How we do) 

(How the girl don't only love me, they love you) 

Whatchu gonna do? 

(What, what, what?) 

Nigga whatchu gonna do? 

(What, yo) 

Beatnuts last line 

"Whatcha gon' do when Beatnuts come through baby" 

(Get money, get money) 

Psycho Les 

(Get money, get money) 

Big Ju 

(Get money, get money) 

Beatnuts 

(Get money, get money) 

(Get money, get money) 

(Get money, get money) 

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up 

(Get money, get money) 

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up